He's Such a Girl

Aldo:
And how are the coupons, Mrs. Brady?

Whitney:
I already saved us ten bucks.

Aldo:
You are gonna make a great wife someday.

Whitney:
Is that a proposal, big guy?

Taylor:
Oh, no way. Aldo loves variety. He could never settle for just one guy.

Taylor:
What's more sexy than a man and his ironing board? Those perfectly pressed cuffs? Starch makes me horny. Mmm.

Whitney:
Are you a dirty little slut that needs dry cleaning?

Taylor:
Just tell Whit I want to be left alone. I need a little Taylor time.

Aldo:
How about a goodbye rub?

Aldo:
I will never be irrelevant in our life. I could call your parents right now and rock their holy world.

Whitney:
Well, you know what? I'm just trying to distract myself while I give Taylor some space.

Aldo:
Then knit me a sweater, homo.

Linda:
Put your hands on my ass.

Whitney:
But you're my boss.

Linda:
Then do as you're told.

Taylor:
Booty call.

Tara:
Don't YOU know how to make a girl feel special!

Taylor's Father:
Let's go upstairs and wash the sins of the city from your skin.

Linda:
I told the girls at lunch today that we had one drink and the night ended. If I hear alternate stories floating around, you'll be fired.

Taylor:
How are the tampons, Whit?

Whitney:
Why? You need one?

Taylor:
Do your shoes match your bag?

Whitney:
Little early to be drinking, isn't it?

Aldo:
It's five o'clock SOMEWHERE in the world.

Whitney:
Yeah, but it's two o'clock here.

Whitney:
You're a lot more fun when you're not threatening me.

Whitney:
No, no, I'm, uh, done chasing shadows; I'm here to lose my marbles.

Linda:
Want bliss? Buy a candy bar.